I think of death as if it's nearPlan my future as if it's doesn't existI'd like to die without having livedDisappear without regret nor joyDeath is perhaps a deliveryNobody's never managed to prove it

I'd like to have no futureKill without remorse even friendsBe an animal without faith nor law

Mad, I begin to be mad

I feel my nerves that are crackingI want to weep and to laughAn interior force pushes me to suicideAn other one pushes me to follyI think of death as if it's nearProject my future as if it doesn't exist...